by Rainer Maria Rilke
Center of all centers, core of cores, almond self-enclosed, and growing sweet—all this universe, to the furthest stars all beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit.
Now you feel how nothing clings to you; your vast shell reaches into endless space, and there the rich, thick fluids rise and flow. Illuminated in your infinite peace,
a billion stars go spinning through the night, blazing high above your head. But in you is the presence that will be, when all the stars are dead.
"Either way takes courage, either way wants you to be nothing but that self that is no self at all...”
Give yourself permission to rest and receive lullabies for your heart.
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